So you found our love in the warm Pacific spray
'Cos I left our love in the desert
To fend for itself, I thought it better that way
Did you get my text?
Did I get my thoughts through?
It's hard to see things clearly trough the gossip and the gloom
I'm gonna blind our love with the paparazzi flash
I'm gonna squash our love like an economic crash
Oh, did you get my text?
Did I make myself clear?
It's getting hard to see this through the gossip and the beer

They say: Boy you've changed
Well, I say: You've changed too
Follow me up the alps
I've got things to do
Scatter the ashes here
Didn't you get my text?
Didn't that get through?
It's hard to make myself clear through the gossip and the beer

Will you follow me to London, where I know the streets?
I don't need reinforcements 'cos you won't know where I live.
Oh, didn't you get my message? 
Did the text not get through?
It's getting hard to see these days through the gossip 
And the gloom, the beery gloom